Real son. I can't tell who that's meant to refer to— Tim or Damian. Tim knows how to handle himself— I trust him to be nearly as capable as Dick in that respect, and having Cassandra up there would only help. They've walked the path long enough to know which choices are the right ones to make, no more liable to make mistakes than I am, for all that I've seen. Perhaps more importantly, they're allies, capable of working in tandem. But Damian— I find my eyes narrowing in spite of myself.

What wouldn't I put past Jason, at this point? What wouldn't I expect for him to do in response to the one action I could never take for him— pulling that trigger on a cresent smile, painted red.

I stand, turning on a heel; removing myself from the scene might be the only reasonable course of action. If I don't find them up there, Jason can be sure of this much— I'll make my way back down to the depths, come what may. Lifting open the door to the bathysphere, I keep my focus on him. Turning my back may prove dangerous.